A Vampires Curse

Chapter 3:

We sat in silence as he drove me home. Putting my address in his phone for directions. It had gotten dark out and the rain finally stopped. The drive was about twenty minutes as I lived on the opposite side of town. He pulled up infront of my house. The lights were off inside. I wasnt sure if my father was home or not. He usually worked late so it wasnt unusual. "Thanks for the ride." I said as I grabbed my bag and climbed out of his car.

"Riley!" I looked him. "Dont forget to text me later, so I have your number for this project." I nodded my head and walked up to my house unlocking the door and going inside. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it listening to the sound of his car leaving. I let out a sigh of relief and dragged my school bag up the stairs to my room. Once inside my room I flopped down on my bed and threw my arm over my eyes. I kept thinking about his face. Those long eyelashes, his dark hair and how it fell in his eyes. His deep crystal blue eyes. I sat up after a while and picked up my phone. Issac had saved his number in my phone. I found it and thought for a moment before sending him a text. Hey its Riley. Before I could put my phone down he already responded. Took you long enough. I don't like waiting. He is such an intense guy I thought to myself. I put my phone down and laid back on my bed. My phone buzzed again. I rolled over on my pulling my blanket up around me. I closed my eyes and all I could picture was his face. The way he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. I pulled the blanket up over my head. The rain outside finally stopped. I laid there for a moment before getting up and putting my shoes and jacket back on. My father wouldn’t be home till morning with his new job he said so I decided I might as well go for a walk. I put my jacket on and grabbed my phone. I had two texts from Issac. “I’ll just look at that later.” I said to myself.

I stepped outside and the cool air hit my face. It was a little colder than it was during the day. I looked up but didn’t see any stars. Everything was blocked by the clouds. I put my hands in my pockets of my jacket and began to walk. I wasn’t sure where I was going. Just walked aimlessly down the dark roads. Passing by houses watching the family’s together from where I stood on the street as I passed by. My heart ached a little. My mother died the day I was born and my father just wasn’t ever around. So I spent a lot of time alone. I kept walking and passed some shops. The middle of town was a little more crowded. There was music playing from one of the bars somewhere. I kept walking. As I passed an alley I heard a familiar voice. I looked over and down the dark alley I saw Issac and another man. They seemed to be arguing. I wonder what that’s about. I stood there watching for a moment. That’s when things took a very dark turn. Whatever it was seemed to piss Issac off. I watched in horror as he lifted the man off the ground before slamming him hard into the wall behind him. What I saw next scared me even more. I watched him bite this man’s neck. Before I could stop myself a scream escaped my mouth. Issacs head snapped in my direction as he wiped the blood from his mouth. I backed away and bumped right into some one. They grabbed me spinning me around. It was an older man who smelled like a bar.

“Watch where you’re going b***h!” I tried to back away.

“I uh I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to..” before I could finish he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt pulling me closer to him with his fist raised. I closed my eyes scared of what might happen next. I felt some one behind me. I felt their hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Issac. My body started to shake.

“Let go of her, now!” He said in a deep threatening voice. His deep blue eyes were almost glowing with anger. The drunk man let me go quickly.

“Forgive me Mr. Stryker! The b***h ran right into me!” He started to back away as Issac stepped towards him with a menacing look on his face. His grip on my shoulder tightened as he pulled me behind him. I stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. I had never been so scared in my life. What was he going to do. I watched as he grabbed the man by his shirt and lift him off the ground.

“Issac stop!” I screamed. He turned to look at me. His eyes relaxing a little before her turned back to the man letting him go.

“You better get out of here before I change my mind! Now go!” He snarled tossing the man aside. He turned back to me holding out his hand as the man ran away as fast as he could. I didn’t know what to do. What did I just witness? I just sat there looking up at him from the ground. My whole body was shaking. He still had his hand held out and his face looked annoyed. Slowly I took his hand and he helped me up. Checking me over. “Are you hurt?” He asked as he eyes scanned over me and landed on my hand that was cut from where I fell. I didn’t even realize I was bleeding. I looked away and didn’t say anything. I was so confused. “Look at me Riley.” He demanded. His voice was stern. I turned to look up at him again. “I don’t know what you think you saw..”

“I-I didn’t see anything!” I said quickly. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest he could probably hear it.

“You are a terrible liar.” His voice changed. It was softer. “I’ll take you home.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him to a building down the road. His black camero was parked outside it. He opens the car door for me and shut it once I was in. The drive back home was quiet and awkward. I sat there not knowing where to look so I looked at my hands in my lap. Examining the cut on my hand. He pulled up infront of my house turning his car off. He got out and opened my door for me. Cautiously I got out and he followed me up to the door.

“I’ll be alright, thanks.” I said quickly I opened the door and as I started to shut it he reached his hand out stopping me. He looked at my hand that was still bleeding.

“Let me help you with that.” He pushed his way inside before I could object. He stood there looking around our small house. “Anyone home?” He asked curiously.

“My dad should be home any minute.” I lied. He turned to look at me with a serious look on his face. Pushing his dark hair out of his eyes with one hand and sighing.

“You really are such a bad lair. I’m not going to hurt you.” He let out a sigh as he looked at me. “Now let’s do something about that hand of yours.” I started to walk to the kitchen and he followed behind me. I opened a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. He took it from me opening it and pulling out something to wrap my hand in. To my surprise he turned to me lifting me up and sat me on the counter in front of him and held out his hand. Slowly I put my hand that was hurt in his. He began to dress the wound. He grabbed a rag off the counter beside me and turned the sink on getting it wet before placing it on my palm cleaning the cut. I winced a little as it stung but he held my hand firm. Next he grabbed some dressing and wrapped it around it. “There, hows that feel?”

“A little better.” I said. I still hadn’t looked at him. I was still a little scared. He pulled my chin to look at him. My eyes widened and my heart beat quickened.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked slowly. His voice softer than before. I didn’t say anything. I just looked back at him silently. “What do you think you saw?” I looked away. “Riley, why did you see?”

“I-I saw what looked like you drinking that man’s blood.” I felt crazy saying it. But it’s what I saw. I was sure of it. “Just what are you?” I asked quietly looking down again so I wouldn’t have to see his eyes starring at me. Issac let out a long sigh.

“I can explain.” I looked back at him. I wasn’t sure how he could explain that.

“I’m not sure I even want you to explain.” I said softly. But as I said this I knew I was lying to myself. He’s right I am a terrible liar. I never was good at lying. “But if you want to try I guess I’ll try and understand.” He thought for a moment. Trying to figure out how to start. I could tell he was a little uncomfortable. The silence was awkward. As we looked at each other. I was still sitting on the counter and I blushed a little realizing he had his hand on my thigh standing between my legs. His touch was warm and I could feel his heat through the fabric of my jeans. With me sitting on the counter like this we were almost the same height. Our eyes level with each other. He looked into my eyes as if searching for an answer in them. He cleared his throat.

“My family, has owned this town for many generations. A long time ago when the town was first settled we moved here. We have tried to keep our history a secret. A horrible bloody one.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair taking a step back to lean against the sink behind him. Shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. I watched as he shoved his hands in his pockets. I knew I should still be afraid because of what I saw earlier, but for some reason I quickly wasn’t anymore. That fear fading away. I waited for him to continue. “There’s only a few of us left and I’m one of the only ones that move about during both day and night. Like my sister you met earlier today.”

“What does that mean?” I asked slowly. “How does that explain, you drinking that mans..blood?” I was still a little scared but I was more curious than anything. Growing up my father always told me that curiosity killed the cat, but i always wanted to know what ever secret or surprise he had and found a way to get the answer. He continued to look uncomfortable.

“You can’t tell a single soul what I’m about to Show you.” He said quietly. It was his turn to look away.

“Alright, I won’t.” I said in almost a whisper. He looked back up at me and his eyes turned a deeper shade of blue. I watched as he opened his mouth and barred his fangs at me. My eyes widened. “Your teeth..” my voice cracked a little. I wasn’t sure I was understanding. “You’re telling me, you’re a..”

“A vampire.” He finished the sentence for me confirming my thoughts. “That man had been causing problems in the town. He’s murdered before. So my father sent me to handle it. We only go after those who are not innocent. We don’t just drink everyone’s blood if that’s what you’re thinking. There’s a code we live by and we have for many generations.”

“Wouldn’t that turn him into one of you?”

“Not exactly. It’s not the same as you see in movies. There’s a lot more to it. Kind of the same as wearwolves, we can’t do that without the moon. A full moon to be exact.”

“Did you kill him?” I asked softly looking away. I wasn’t sure I wanted to actually know the answer to that question.

“Riley, we may be monsters, but I’m not a killer.” I shuddered as I realized what he just said. He’s not a killer. Meaning the others are. “So I’ll ask again, are you afraid of me?”